"Oh, I don't think you're a fool, going on a date when you're about to die."
"..."
Qu Xin was evidently more interested in another matter: "You mentioned a mystical experience, what kind of experience could make you recover from serious injuries in an instant?"
She scrutinized him for a moment, then reached out to pinch the flesh on his shoulder.
After thinking for a while, she asked again: "Can you take off your clothes?"
"... If you're curious, let you operate on me tomorrow." Pei Ye sighed softly, using the sword sheath to turn her around, pushing this reluctant young lady towards the hall entrance, "Escort the guest out."
Once the hall was completely quiet, the night sky behind the moon was utterly dark.
Pei Ye sat barefoot with legs crossed on the couch, a lamp fire in front of him, a sword and a cat resting on his knee.
